Jiang Jiu feels that he is not good anywhere, and there is only one good thing - that is, patience.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for him for eight years because of Wen Xili's words.

After the trouble with Wen Xili in the Royal Mansion was not very pleasant, Jiang Jiu did not go to the Wen family to look for him again, anyway, his life fell into her hands, and sooner or later he would come to the door.

A month later, as soon as she came out of the office, she received a call from the Wen family's housekeeper.

"Miss Jiang, come on, the little master has an accident!"

The male voice on the mobile phone was unexpectedly urgent, Jiang Jiu's face sank slightly, and the driver driving in front saw her expression in the rearview mirror, and asked her nervously: "Mr. Jiang, where are we going now?" ”

"Go to the Wen family." Jiang Jiu hung up the phone, thinking about the worried and anxious tone of the Wen family's housekeeper, thinking that Wen Xili's current state might not be too good.

……

As soon as he arrived at Wen's house, Jiang Jiu heard the sound of quarrels coming from the hall.

Mrs. Wen's voice was relatively high-pitched, and she could hear it clearly.

"Xiaoli, are you going to be angry with your mother? Mom, over the years, for your illness, I have been frightened, how many years have I not eaten well or slept well! Now that you finally have a chance to recover, you don't know how to cherish it! ”

In Jiang Jiu's impression, Mrs. Wen's tone of voice has always been gentle and gentle, just like those well-born wealthy women, and her tone is full of pampered carefreeness.

With such an angry and devastated tone as today, I have known Mrs. Wen for so many years, and ginger wine has never heard of it.

It's no wonder that the Wen housekeeper, who has always been calm, was so frightened that he hurriedly called her.

Wen Xili's voice did not come out, maybe it was too low, or it may be too lazy to speak, Jiang Jiu slowed down, walked into the hall, and saw a lively circle of people in the hall, the family doctor in a white coat was half-kneeling in front of the sofa, looking nervous, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the smell was even a little strong.

Wen Xili leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed, and his handsome face was pale from excessive blood loss.

Jiang Jiu's gaze stopped on the man's bloodless lips for a second, then he retracted his gaze and whispered to the hall: "Auntie." ”

Mrs. Wen was twisting her head and sobbing lowly, when she heard the sound of ginger wine, she turned her head in surprise, hurriedly wiped her tears, and greeted her: "Xiaojiu, why are you here?" ”

"I haven't come to see my aunt for a month, so come and have a look." Jiang Jiu smiled, glanced at Wen Xili, and said, "What's wrong with Xili?" ”

Mrs. Wen's eyes are red, she is well-maintained, her life is carefree, even if she is nearly fifty years old, she also has a hint of innocent girlishness, and when she heard Jiang Jiu's inquiry, her nose was sore, and she almost cried again.

"The fruit knife accidentally scratched my hand, and the bleeding couldn't stop," Mrs. Wen wiped her tears and said to Jiang Jiu, "The doctor can't help it, he said that he can only stop the bleeding first, stop the bleeding, and then go to the hospital." ”

Ginger Wine let out a soft "oh" and nodded, signaling that he understood.

Wen Xili's illness, she also heard about it from Mrs. Wen after he came back.

It is a family genetic disease of the Wen family, which is only passed on to men, not women.